Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.